WOW! THE French are seriously pissed off with their tyranical government and its enforcers......no enforcers = no tyrany..

That last guy just taking on like 2 riot cops with armor with just his bare hands.

This is the difference between good and evil. Good has infinite strength and power from god, evil has a bunch of soyboys with riot shields and tear gas.

Love the guy armed with a Christmas tree.

The French are not known to fk about.

These are the actual words of the French National Anthem, translated to English ... its all about the citizens rising up against the Govt, rejecting their laws, and finally, heading out to spill their "impure blood"

Kinda relevant for modern times.

Let's go children of the fatherland,

The day of glory has arrived! Against us tyranny's Bloody flag is raised! (repeat) In the countryside, do you hear The roaring of these fierce soldiers? They come right to our arms To slit the throats of our sons, our friends!

(chorus) Grab your weapons, citizens! Form your battalions! Let us march! Let us march! May impure blood Water our fields!

This horde of slaves, traitors, plotting kings, What do they want? For whom these vile shackles, These long-prepared irons? (repeat) Frenchmen, for us, oh! what an insult! What emotions that must excite! It is us that they dare to consider Returning to ancient slavery!

What! These foreign troops Would make laws in our home! What! These mercenary phalanxes Would bring down our proud warriors! (repeat) Good Lord! By chained hands Our brows would bend beneath the yoke! Vile despots would become The masters of our fate!

Tremble, tyrants! and you, traitors, The disgrace of all groups, Tremble! Your parricidal plans Will finally pay the price! (repeat) Everyone is a soldier to fight you, If they fall, our young heros, France will make more, Ready to battle you!

Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors, Bear or hold back your blows! Spare these sad victims, Regretfully arming against us. (repeat) But not these bloodthirsty despots, But not these accomplices of Bouillé, All of these animals who, without pity, Tear their mother's breast to pieces!

Sacred love of France, Lead, support our avenging arms! Liberty, beloved Liberty, Fight with your defenders! (repeat) Under our flags, let victory Hasten to your manly tones! May your dying enemies See your triumph and our glory!

We will enter the pit When our elders are no longer there; There, we will find their dust And the traces of their virtues. (repeat) Much less eager to outlive them Than to share their casket, We will have the sublime pride Of avenging them or following them!